Contemporary books with unforced lyrical prose like The Great Gatsby — beautiful, but not self-consciously so. (Example quotes and more details in the post)

I absolutely loved the natural lyricism of The Great Gatsby — still haven't found another book like it.

I found these threads for recommendations of other books with beautiful prose:

https://www.reddit.com/r/books/comments/92vs8a/the_best_prose_youve_read/

https://www.reddit.com/r/suggestmeabook/comments/ih9gs0/im_looking_for_books_like_the_great_gatsby_i/

https://www.reddit.com/r/booksuggestions/comments/1tlj2v5/most_beautiful_book_youve_read/

But I just finished Kazuo Ishiguro's Remains of the Day about a British butler post-WWII — period pieces are not something I seek out, so I don't think I can do Dorian Gray, Lolita, more Fitzgerald, Woolf, etc. for a while.

I'm also looking for something more specific than just "a beautiful book." There's a certain unforced nature to The Great Gatsby, like it's beautifully written but doesn't know it.

Less like God of Small Things (which was recommended in the threads):

It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life that it purloined. Over the years, as the memory of Sophie Mol (the seeker of small wisdoms: Where do old birds go to die? Why don’t dead ones fall like stones from the sky? The harbinger of harsh reality: You’re both whole wogs and I’m a half one. The guru of gore: I’ve seen a man in an accident with his eyeball twinging on the end of a nerve, like a yo-yo ) slowly faded, the Loss of Sophie Mol grew robust and alive.

More like Gatsby:

The only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous couch on which two young women were buoyed up as though upon an anchored balloon. They were both in white and their dresses were rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house. I must have stood for a few moments listening to the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall. Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor.

Not as lyrical as Gatsby, but in terms of setting, I did enjoy the change in reading Sally Rooney's Normal People and Yaa Gyasi's Homegoing (lol so different) — I guess just something that's not set in what's usually referenced as "classic" Western literature?

I read All the Light We Cannot See (also recommended) but wasn't a fan. I think it also felt a little forced to me.

She hears Americans scurry across farm fields, directing their huge cannons at the smoke of Saint-Malo; she hears families sniffling around hurricane lamps in cellars, crows hopping from pile to pile, flies landing on corpses in ditches; she hears the tamarinds shiver and the jays shriek and the dune grass burn; she feels the great granite fist, sunk deep into the earth’s crust, on which Saint-Malo sits, and the ocean teething at it from all four sides, and the outer islands holding steady against the swirling tides; she hears cows drink from stone troughs and dolphins rise through the green water of the Channel; she hears the bones of dead whales stir five leagues below, their marrow offering a century of food for cities of creatures who will live their whole lives and never once see a photon sent from the sun. She hears her snails in the grotto drag their bodies over the rocks.

I'm struggling to describe what I'm looking for, so let me know if I can explain further. Basically something that's classic-quality that's not a "Classic."

TIA for the help!